Across City Skyline [Larry Stylinson]

0.4

It's funny how quickly you can lose track of time when you become somewhat numb to the world. Hours turn into days and soon enough, it's been a week since the horrible incident with Harry.

Louis is trying to move past it, he is. He messages Harry though, because he's weak and he can't help it.

Last night, at the pub, while he was drunk, Louis sent a series of texts to Harry that looked a little like this:

You're a dick you know

I know you're scared but I didn't deserve to be treated that way

You didn't even say goodbye to me

So much for wanting to show me around LA huh

Arse fuck

Dickhead

Cunt

You're just as bad as every fake person in Hollywood and I hope you know that

And then Niall took his phone away from him when the tears clogged his vision and he'd only gotten it back as of this morning.

He hasn't switched it on since but he doesn't expect anything from it so he might as well keep it off.

"Louis, take tomorrow off," Niall says as they lock up, "your mum would love to see you."

"I don't need to, Niall," he sighs. He's been babying Louis and he gets it--- he does. But Louis is not someone that'll sit on his arse and feel sorry for himself. He's working up the courage to just get back up right now. He can do it.

"Your mum says you go there or she'll come here," Niall raises an eyebrow at him, "and I really, really think it might do you some good to get away for a bit."

Normally, Louis would to see his mum or even his Aunt at the farm when he needed a break. The latter is currently a bit touchy for him. He sighs. He knows his mum will come here herself if she feels like she has to and it doesn't help that he's hardly been answering her texts or calls.

"I'll go. But I'll be back first thing on Monday morning," Louis gives in. There's not much fight left in him, if he's being honest. He knows when he needs his mum.

"Good," Niall places a hand on his shoulder and pulls him in for a hug, "I know I've been doing it a lot but if it helps I definitely do not like Harry Styles anymore and I left a not-so-nice comment under one of his Instagram posts."

Louis pulls back, looking at him. "You did what?"

"Sorry, he just pissed me off and I was also drunk, you know?" Niall says, shrugging, "at least I didn't use your phone to text him some more shit."

Louis rolls his eyes light-heartedly. "Thanks, Ni," he pats his back in appreciative manner, "and please call me if you need anything. There's extra dough for, um, the danishes...in my fridge."

Niall purses his lips and nods. Louis' favourite fucking thing is ruined for him. That's the last bit he'd made and normally by now he'd make more but he doesn't feel like it anymore. Maybe it's dramatic but for now, he can't even make them without wanting to cry. He'll get over it. He will. But for now, he needs to cry, he needs to be angry because he deserves to be.

After worrying about Harry Fucking Styles for so bloody long, Louis needs to put himself first. Harry clearly had no problem doing that and cutting Louis off like he meant nothing. Louis swallows and squeezes his eyes shut. He's not going to cry again. Not yet anyways.

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Coming back home is always great. But this time it's bittersweet. His sisters and brother are still at school when he arrives so it leaves just Louis and his mum. And he's proud for holding it in, especially when she first hugs him.